Gemotions

The dingy pub reeked of stale beer and forgotten dreams. He sat alone in a dark corner, nursing a pint he’d barely touched. Laughter and conversation swirled around him, a cacophony of joy he wasn’t a part of. The jukebox, a relic of a bygone era, spat out a song. He recognized the opening riff instantly. It was his song, the one he’d poured his heart into, but this version was… different. He watched the crowd, their faces lit up by the music, oblivious to the fact that the song’s origins lay in a different, more somber place. He fiddled with the label of his beer, his throat constricting. He felt the weight of his unfulfilled ambitions settle heavily upon him.